SteynOnline is spending this weekend, like many North Americans, in the deep freeze, with a reprise of my audio performance of Jack London's chilling masterpiece To Build a Fire. John Frey, a first-week founding member of The Mark Steyn Club, comments:
RE: 'Polar Vortex' -- you may recall the stratospheric cold hurricanes that froze most of the Northern Hemisphere in the movie The Day After Tomorrow. I can just imagine some of the climate alarmists hoping it would happen, especially if they had their own escape route well prepared. 'That'll show 'em.'
The Day After Tomorrow! What could be warming on this frosty weekend than the hilarious 2004 laugh-riot climate comedy. The Day After Tomorrow came out the day before yesterday, and opened to boffo box-office and predictions by Al Gore that it could change the result of the 2004 election. I'd like to think it did. Still, whatever your ideological inclinations, this picture's a hoot. Lousy science, lousy politics, lousy characters, lousy dialogue, lousy plot. Yet they all add up to one helluva climate-change side-splitter.
It's a tribute to the indomitable spirit of America: Huge twisters shred downtown Los Angeles, a giant tidal wave engulfs Manhattan, two dozen northern states are flash-frozen under a slab of ice a gazillion degrees below zero. But, like cockroaches after nuclear Armageddon, scurrying up from under the rubble come all the indestructible cardboard characters of the Hollywood disaster epic, as if they'd been perfectly preserved in ice ever since Earthquake, The Towering Inferno and The Poseidon Adventure, just waiting to be defrosted when Roland Emmerich needed them again.
There's the hunky lone scientist whose warnings of impending catastrophe go unheeded (Dennis Quaid); there's the teenage son he's frosted out of his workaholic life until a fortuitous new ice age gives them a chance to warm up to each other (Jake Gyllenhaal); there's the ex-wife and devoted physician (lovely Sela Ward) who spends the entire movie nursing a sickly boy with an unspecified non-meteorologically-related illness he seems to have acquired just to give her something to do in the picture; there's the hunky scientist's less hunky colleague, too old and insufficiently famous to make it to the final reel (Jay O Sanders); there's an upscale Brit actor to give the film a bit of class, but don't worry, not too much, he gets killed off pretty early (Ian Holm); there's an awfully cute homeless man (Glenn Plummer) with a nice dog, and he's full of useful tips about how to sleep in very cold temperatures. And, in the best performance in the movie, there's Dick Cheney playing himself, the smug, sinister vice-president to a callow moron sock-puppet commander-in-chief.
Dick declines to take Professor Dennis Quaid seriously. And why would he? At the big global warming conference in Delhi, Professor Quaid says the world could face a new ice age a hundred to a thousand years from now. Instead, it shows up 48 hours later. And, even if Al Gore were President and had ratified Kyoto with its plans to reduce fossil fuel emissions by nought-point-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-whatever by the year 2025, it's hard to see what difference that would have made when New York's going to be underwater in the next 20 minutes. But Professor Quaid's a paleo-climatologist and Vice-President Cheney's a neo-conservative, and when paleo- meets neo- it's no contest.
I'm not sure I'd want the fate of the world to hinge on Dennis Quaid. He doesn't seem to notice, even as he's standing outside the UN conference, that it's snowing in Delhi. Meanwhile, hailstones the size of Michael Mann are falling in Tokyo. And the famous Capitol Records building in Los Angeles gets dashed to pieces like an old 78. Eventually, the penny drops, mainly because everything else has:
"Are you suggesting," a less observant climatologist says skeptically to Prof Quaid, "that all these things could be related?"
Well, it's a theory. And, to confirm it, Professor Quaid says he needs to get to the computer and find a working model. I assumed the working model would be the love interest. But no, that's his son's school chum, played by sweet Emmy Rossum, with whom he's shivering on the underwater mezzanine of the New York Public Library. "W-what are you doing?" chatters young Master Gyllenhaal, as Miss Rossum's pert torso wraps itself around him.
"I'm using my body heat to warm you," she explains, in the least scientifically dubious moment in the movie.
That's what I love about this film. Every time Roland Emmerich has to choose between making a point about climate change or shoving in some clichÃ© personal-growth moment with the homeless black guy or the sickly kid, he goes for the latter. Emmerich may not be in favor of global warming, but he's in favor of global heartwarming, in one saccharine scene after another â€“ until half an hour before the film ends, when he gives up on pretty much everything except barking and leaping. People bark "Jump!" and then jump into snowbound buildings and then they bark "Jump!" and jump out of frozen buildings.
If you're wondering about the science, global warming now manifests itself as both global warming and global cooling, in the same way that low self-esteem manifests itself not just in low self-esteem but also in abnormally high self-esteem. What it boils down to for the man on the street, or rather for the guy roaring past in the six-miles-per-gallon SUV splashing snow slush over the man in the street, is that whether it's hot or cold it's all your fault. Also, if it's fifty-four and partially cloudy, that's a sign that global warming-cooling is accelerating out of control into extreme moderation and you should just head for the hills.
As much as Emmerich's anti-global warming, he's far more anti-America. So, although it's nominally the entire northern hemisphere that gets frosted over, there are no scenes of Kyoto-ratifying environmentally-responsible taxed-up-the-wazoo Scandinavians being swept to their doom. Instead, he shows Americans fleeing south and then, when the Mexicans close the border, swimming across the Rio Grande. If only that were frozen too, the Yanks could just skate across. But those environmentally responsible Latins pump enough pollutants into the river to keep it frothing and bubbling. If he were making it now, he could show a sudden wave from the Rio Grande flash-freezing into an instant insurmountable border wall preventing desperate Americans reached the promised land of Mexico.
As to whether this does anything to promote concern over climate change, I doubt it. We'd all be into it if the climate was going to change in 20 minutes. It's kinda harder to follow over the course of half a millennium. And, when it does happen all at once, it looks, well, cool. And, aside from hurling the usual city buses up and down Fifth Avenue, the disaster of The Day After Tomorrow is strangely unmenacing. The big frozen New York harbor looks about as chilly as the Saguenay fjord in my beloved Quebec does this time of year. You get the feeling that a touch of the old frontier spirit and some long underwear would see you through. Sure, millions would die, but they'd mostly be whiners and helpless nanny-state types. The rest of us would get by on ice fishing and small government. So unlike Al Gore I came away very chipper: as a disaster (the movie, not Al) it's oddly reassuring. As John Kerry liked to say round about the same time, bring it on!
~With his ever mounting legal bills from college-loan cockwomble Cary Katz and his litigious "Blaze Media", Mark is taking to the road and joining the great Dennis Miller on tour. This month they'll be together on stage for the first time, starting in Reading, Pennsylvania and Syracuse, New York - and with VIP tickets you not only enjoy premium seating but get to meet Dennis and Mark after the show.
Much of our content at SteynOnline is made possible through the support of members of The Mark Steyn Club. What is The Mark Steyn Club? Well, aside from an audio Book of the Month Club and a video poetry circle, it's also a discussion group of lively people on the great questions of our time (the latest is this Tuesday), and a live music club (check out our annual Twelfth Night edition of On the Town). More details here.